There are too many grievances and angers in He Zhilan's heart. But it's no use, even if she were to die from anger, Gu En would still exist. Thus, He Zhilan couldn't muster any energy to feel these emotions anymore.
Jiang Biyun agreed, "You don't know how amazingly fit Lin Deng is. Today we went mountain climbing, I was exhausted halfway through, but he could actually carry me on his back all the way up to the top and back down the mountain!"
"How much do you weigh?" Zhilan patted the petite figure of Jiang Biyun, who was similar in size to her own, "Lin Deng is about to graduate from military school. If he can't even carry you, how is he going to perform his duties after graduation?"
